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Chapter Three: Getting Out Alive
"Do you think we'll get off this hunk of rock alive?"
Sidonis' words hang in the air between them. Garrus keeps his gaze locked on the floor, his arms dangling from their perch along his bent knees. Sidonis sits similarly beside him on the steps.
The Omega skyline stretches out before them, red and hungry.
Something begins in Garrus' throat that's not quite sound and not quite vibration. "I came here to die. I'm not getting out alive." Garrus shuts his eyes to the stark back-alley lights.
Sidonis counts the shuttle cars and mouths an apology Garrus will never hear.